Friday, January 31, 2003 AD So Far Nana's One for Two I've read a couple of my grandmother's old books this week. The first one, Let the Hurricane Roar was pretty much as expected. One of the precursors to the Little House books -- short and sweet. The second one, Stolen Honey, was not only lame (I'm no great shakes at literary criticism, but even I could see plot holes big enough to drive a blue whale through), it was missing a page...at one of the most crucial parts of the story.
What I enjoyed most about the book was the dog-earred pages. Nana was a farmer's wife. She didn't have hours to lallygag around reading novels for hours at a stretch; she had to snatch a few minutes here and there between the constant chores that left her useful hands gnarled with arthritis. So there are never more than a few pages between the creased corners that marked the spots where she left off. Those corners rebuke me. I am lazy and soft. I think her industrious genes went wayward before reaching me. Yeah, that's it -- I can't help it, I was born this way. ;-) Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 1/31/2003 09:30:00 PM
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